Name: Anastacia Marie Whistler
Nickname(s): Ana. Stashuh. (If Any)
Gender: Female.
Canon or Original: Original.
Employment: none.

Appearance:
Deep Down.
Anastacia is average in almost every way. She stands five feet five inches, a size six in shoes and small to medium in clothing. Many people ask how she manages to stay her size and pride her for it, though it mostly comes from a fast metabolism and generations of smaller people from her mothers side and her fathers side.
Skin Deep.
Anastacia has fairly pale skin, not bothering to tan or something. She likes it pale and so do many other. She has shocking blue, often mistaken for white. It draws people to her. Anastacia has dark brown, almost black hair naturally, which is usually worn straight as well as down or half up half down.
On the Outside.
Anastacia[unlike many girls her age], doesn't cake on the makeup as if it were a gentle face wash. She wears just cover-up, powder, eyeliner and occasionally lip gloss and shadow. She tries to rely on her natural beauty. Anastacia's smile is constantly changing, not able to decide on one as she gets out of her bad patch, as well as the fact that she couldn't find one that flattered her at all.

History: As a child, Anastacia was usually in the audience trying to cheer on her siblings or onstage, trying to get her act together. She went to Shakespeare camp most summers and breaks, shying away from her siblings and parents, who seemed to care a bit less for her than her siblings. She had often gotten picked on for her brothers mistakes, teased and taunted. "She's Sander's and Peter's little sister" or "Oo. It's dork-boy's sister." then they would turn away from her and ignore her. It taught her how to be independent and fend for herself. This all came to an abrupt stop as their parents separated when she was ten.

From then on, Anastacia lived with her mother most the time, and on occasion with her father, who really wanted nothing to do with her or her siblings. She got more and more rebellious with each year. Smoking and drinking though, she did manage to shy herself away from the much more dangerous drugs, not wanting to be so addicted that she couldn't tear herself away without going through rehab.

As fourteen reared it's end into the air, Anastacia's mother caught her smoking and drinking and tried helping her to quit. After about a week, her mother gave up, deciding to shove her into rehab, with a fear she was doing more than smoking. After another week[of protesting], anastacia finally gave in and went to rehab, only able to see her parents on the rare occasion they came to visit, her brothers having to convince them to.

As fifteen reared its end in the air, Anastacia was just getting out of rehab, summer rolling along quickly. Her mother suggested that she go to a camp. Dreams of wanting to be a singer or actress flooded her head and she looked around the internet. She sent in her application to Camp Rock with high hope of being accepted.

Personality: Anastacia is one to take a friend or leave a friend in a heart beat. Trusting but very likely to hold a grudge until she dies, depending on the person or what had happened. She's kind of closed off from her family and tries to keep away from them as much as possible, now that she's old enough to go places and do things on her own.

Anastacia loves to make people laugh or smile, using either low humor or high humor. Most people usually do laugh. She often gets hurt in her mistakes to make people laugh, finally learning to push it to the back of her being. She's willing to make fun of herself and sometimes even get into serious trouble to make people laugh.

Anastacia's often brutally honest and doesn't care if she hurts your feelings, as long as her opinion is put across. You'd never catch her telling a lie, even if it would save her life. Once her mind is made, there's no convincing her otherwise. There isn't a doubt in her mind, saying she's wrong.

Though it does seem to clash a bit, Anastacia is very easily pursuaded to do something. As an example, I'll use smoking. She'd tried one, hooked. Drinking, twice and she couldn't pull herself away [without help]. This trait is especially bad, when she's been drinking.

Extras:
-Bites nails.
-Twirls hair.
-Procrastinator.
-[On very rare occasion.]Cutting.
-Touches her face.
-Squinting eyes.
-Flips her hair.
-Rolls her eyes when bored.
-Over exaggerating.
-Talks a lot when nervous.
-Biting her lips
Password: Poison Berries.

Roleplay Sample: Anastacia walked up the seemingly never ending stairwell, glancing over the side on occasion, feeling a little woozy to her stomach. Why'd Dad get us an apartment on the top floor? Ughh. She thought to herself, dragging her bags up with a small yawn. She'd been up for hours, talking with her family who was arranging plans with the school. The two kids would go to school everyday and go back to their apartment, which was in fact the original idea. That's what had seemed easiest, and it was, for everybody. There wasn't any big fuss and the only people that knew were the people that they were to invite.

Ana walked into the old apartment, a thick layer of dust hanging over everything in the room. "Lots of dust." She mumbled, then sneezed. Darn allergies. she thought to herself, brushing hair away from her face as she tugged her bags down the hall. Her father had gotten them a fully furnished apartment, though, it seemed like nobody had been in the apartment since the 60's. She didn't care. It was nice...Rather roomy. She dropped her bags in one of the small corners with nothing in it. She wandered into the kitchen. "It's so small...but...It'll have to work." She said, mostly to herself. It doesn't matter the size, because it's still got an oven, stove, sink and refridgerator. Be thankful. She thought.

Anastacia glanced over at Shane. "What do you think, kiddo?" She asked softly.